Free Web NovelChapter 1603: Chapter 1603: Breaking Into Her Room
Morgan Ashworth never expected that despite rushing over, he would be blocked outside the door. What’s going on? He couldn’t even get inside.
Morgan Ashworth pressed his thin lips into a cold arc, "Willow Crawford, go inside and get Willow Crawford out here. She took my son today, and I’m here to take my son back."
"Are you talking about the young master? Are you our young master’s dad?" The maid looked Morgan Ashworth up and down.
Morgan Ashworth, "..." What, am I not worthy?
The maid expressed that she didn’t mean that. Upon closer inspection, the facial features of her young master did indeed resemble the man standing in front of her, but, "President Ashworth, sorry, our princess and the young master have already gone to sleep. How about this, come back tomorrow morning, and I will report this situation to our princess."
What?
Did this maid intend to dismiss him like this and have him come back tomorrow morning?
"Move aside, I’m going in to get my son now!" Morgan Ashworth waved the obstructing maid aside and stepped inside with long strides.
"Hey, President Ashworth, how can you trespass into someone’s house?" The maid immediately cried out, trying to stop him.
But Eleven blocked the maid, "Stay where you are and don’t move, or I won’t be polite to you."
Morgan Ashworth forcibly entered the villa, but his intrusion triggered the alarm, and the whole villa began to ring.
The maid shouted, "You’d better back off quickly, or the consequences will be very serious!"
Morgan Ashworth snorted, utterly fearless, and headed upstairs directly toward the master bedroom.
He raised his hand and pushed open the door to the master bedroom, stepping inside. A dim light cast its glow in the room where the mother and child were already asleep on the bed.
Morgan Ashworth walked over and stood tall and straight by the bed. He saw his precious son, and holding his son... Willow Crawford.
Willow Crawford was wearing a black spaghetti strap nightdress. She lay sleeping on her side, her tea-colored, algae-like curls spilling luxuriously over the pillow, revealing half of her stunningly beautiful face.
Morgan Ashworth was involuntarily stunned, his gaze lingering on her for a long time without moving away.
The pure long hair he remembered had transformed into algae curls. Three years were enough to change a person, turning the pure, water-like girl into such an eye-catching, mesmerizing beauty.
As she slept on her side, one of the straps had slipped off. The thin strap couldn’t hold her smooth shoulder, revealing her lustrous shoulder and the faint outline of her beautiful collarbone.
Morgan Ashworth couldn’t help but reach out, aiming to caress her small face.
Closer and closer, he was about to touch her.
The next second, a small hand suddenly reached over, grabbing his strong wrist and twisting it forcefully. Morgan Ashworth fell onto the soft big bed. The woman who had been asleep suddenly opened her eyes and leapt into the air, directly straddling him.
Morgan Ashworth felt a sharp knife pressed against his neck, and her chilling voice echoed in his ear, "Who are you?"
Morgan Ashworth looked up at the woman on top of him, "Willow Crawford, you tell me who I am."
Willow Crawford saw it was Morgan Ashworth. He really found them so quickly.
At first, when she heard the alarm, she thought some intruders had broken in, but it turned out to be him.
"President Ashworth, why are you here?"
The fire burned in Morgan Ashworth’s eyes, mixed with cold indifference, "You took my son, and you’re asking why I’m here?"
Willow Crawford, "...Joy is my son too."
